Mick came home late last night
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He drank enough beer to take the edge off a knife
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And she opened the door, looking older than before
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He said, "Rosey, you're too good a girl"
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She let him in, he lifted up her dress
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Like an apology began to kiss her breast
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And he felt much relieved as the ceiling fan tapped out a broken melody
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And she said, "Do you remember when we were younger and angry words were said,
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Making up was always your favorite part
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Well, I ain't young no more
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And I'm sorry will not mend a broken heart."
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He came home threw his things on the floor
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She worked up the courage to say what she never had before
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But the words got lost inside
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He got that look in his eye as the sun went shining on
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And she said, "Do you remember when we were younger and angry words were said,
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Making up was always your favorite part
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Well, I ain't young no more
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And I'm sorry will not mend a broken heart."
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Well the judge knew well Mick was a violent man
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She got a few headlines, she got a slap on the hand
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And there ain't no villains and there ain't no heroes
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People on both sides of the tracks trying to add up a whole bunch of zeros
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And time marches on until it's all gone
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And she said, "Do you remember when we were younger and angry words were said,
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Making up was always your favorite part
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Well, I ain't young no more
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And I'm sorry will not mend a broken, a broken heart."
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Rosey & Mick
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| Jewel |
